The Family Business [Supernatural] {1}

18.3 The True

  It was morning by the time we made it back to the motel. The Impala pulled up into the parking lot and we climbed out, "I was sleeping with my peepers open?" Sam repeated, laughing and I joined him.

We both walked to our door and Dean followed, "I almost smoked that old girl, I swear. It's not funny!" He said. "Oh man, you shoulda seen your face, Dean," I said, laughing. Sam laughed as well as he got the key out.

"Yeah, laugh it off. Now we're back to square one," Dean said and his eyes caught something off to the side. Sam and I stopped laughing and followed his gaze to see a young boy sitting alone outside the office looking forlorn. "Hang on," Dean said and began to walked towards the child, Sam and I close behind.

"Hey what's wrong?" Dean asked and crouched down to his level and Sam and I did as well. The boy looked at Dean, My baby sister's sick," He replied.

"The little lady?" Dean asked and the boy nodded, "Pneumonia. She's in the hospital. It's my fault," He said, looking down with guilt. "Ah c'mon, how?" Dean asked.

"I shoulda made sure the window was latched. She wouldn't've got pneumonia if the window was latched," The boy said. I glanced at Dean and Sam and saw they both looked at each other in thought. I watched them, frowning.

"Listen, I can promise you that this is not your fault. Okay?" Sam spoke softly. "She's three years old. I'm the older brother, it's my job to look after her and Asher," The boy said.

Dean and Sam nodded slightly while I looked back and forth from them and the boy. A woman rushed out the office door, carrying a bag, pillow and a teddy bear. Another young boy ran after her from the door and we all stood.

The woman headed towards the car parked close by, she looked behind her at the two boys, "Michael, Asher, I want you to turn on the no vacancy sign while I'm gone. I've got Denise covering room service so don't bother with any of the rooms," She said.

"We're going with you," Asher said. "Not now, boys," She said. "But we gotta see Emma!" Michael said. "Hey boys," Dean said. "Hey. We know how you guys feel -- I'm a big brother too and so is he." He pointed at Sam. "But you gotta go easy on your Mom right now, ok?"

The two boys gave a small nod as their mother slammed the door shut, in her haste, she dropped her handbag, "Dammit!"

"I got it," I said gently, leaning down to pick up her bag and handed it back to her. "Thanks," She said. "Listen, you're in no condition to drive -- why don't you let me give you a lift to the hospital," Dean offered. "No, I couldn't possibly . . ."

"No, it's no trouble. I insist," He cut her off. She seemed to hesitate for a moment before holding out her keys to him and he took them. "Thanks," She said before she leaned down and kissed both Asher and Michael on the top of their heads, "Be good."

She opened the passenger door and climbed in. Dean shut the door for her and then glanced at Asher and Michael for a second before turning to me and Sam, "We're gonna kill this thing. I want it dead, you hear me?" He said quietly which Sam immediately nodded in agreement before Dean walked to the driver door.

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Sam and I decided to go to the library to try and find out more information. Sam was sitting at the table on a microfiche machine and I was sitting beside him. After a little while, Sam picked up his phone and dialed Dean's number. He put it on speaker when Dean picked up.